Reborn in the Great Yan Dynasty: I Cultivated to Become a Martial Saint Through Telekinesis

Chapter 28 Hunt

Despite the stench, it couldn't hide the joy in Mo Zheng's heart.

We've finally made a breakthrough.

For the past month, he's been watching others cultivate, hunt monsters, and exchange for pills, while he can only watch helplessly, and he's getting increasingly anxious.

The martial arts academy has a strict hierarchy, with each level enjoying the benefits of the level above it.

But he didn't even get into the next grade.

Although there is no need to worry about the danger of hunting monsters, he is not in danger at home either, so why come here to cultivate?

But what's more deadly than danger is poverty.

When I was a constable, I could earn at least twelve taels of silver a month. But here at the martial arts academy, I have to pay out of my own pocket every month.

That's great! With this breakthrough, my strength has increased significantly. Once my mental power has grown in tandem, I can go hunt monsters and earn money in a couple of days.

"So, you're saying I'm blaming you for not warning me beforehand!"

Han Zheng was already in a bad mood, and when he heard Mo Zheng's explanation, his eyes widened immediately, as if to say, "You dare to blame me?"

In truth, he hadn't expected Mo Zheng to break through so quickly.

Who is the kind person who, on their first attempt at learning the circulation of Qi and blood, skipped the Qi sensation stage and directly broke through to the physical realm?

You completed a cultivation process that would take months in just half an hour. I've never seen anything like it in my life, and you're blaming me?

Did I blame you for scaring me?

Han Zheng must feel so wronged.

He originally just wanted to teach a disciple who wasn't studying seriously a lesson, but who knew that this disciple could give him such a big scare?

This directly made him question his memories of breaking through to become a flesh-and-skin realm martial artist, which he was so proud of back then.

After all, a breakthrough in more than a month is considered excellent, so what is a breakthrough in half an hour?

"No, no, Master Han, I misspoke."

Seeing Han Zheng's angry expression, Mo Zheng apologized repeatedly. This man in front of him was once a great master of the Visceral Realm, and he could not afford to offend him.

"It's good that you know."

Seeing this attitude, Han Zheng nodded in satisfaction, opened his mouth as if to say something more, but suddenly stopped.

What can I say? What is there to say?

He had previously intended to teach Mo Zheng a lesson for not focusing on his cultivation and for being distracted, but that approach was inappropriate here.

Oh, right, external martial arts!

It's nothing special to cultivate internal energy quickly.

Han Zheng said in a deep voice: "Young man, in martial arts cultivation, although internal and external skills complement each other, our Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall places more emphasis on external skills cultivation. The reason for this is simply that internal skills cultivation can rely on external resources, and our Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall is not lacking in resources."

"What you urgently need to do right now is to cultivate the Wind Shadow Sword Technique to the level of subtlety. Only in this way can you catch up with those disciples who entered our Martial Arts Hall half a year earlier than you."

"Reporting to Master Han, this disciple has already grasped the essence of the Wind Shadow Sword Technique," Mo Zheng explained.

"Cough cough cough..."

Han Zheng, who was in the middle of a stern lecture, couldn't hold back any longer upon hearing this and couldn't help but cough awkwardly.

What's going on? Didn't Xiao Nan say that this young man only entered the hall a little over a month ago?

How come the Wind Shadow Sword Technique has also reached the level of subtlety?

"Then hurry up and cultivate the Wind Shadow Sword Technique to the Unity Realm, pass the fourth level of the Tower of Ascension, and become a true disciple!"

Han Zheng emphasized, "Only true disciples can truly represent the Martial Arts Hall!"

Having said that, he glared fiercely at Mo Zheng, thinking to himself, "You dare to say you've already mastered the true teachings?"

"Yes, disciple will keep it in mind," Mo Zheng replied.

Seeing that Mo Zheng finally answered honestly for once, Han Zheng felt slightly relieved, but he still said impatiently, "Go away, go away, you've dirtied my place, it stinks!"

"Yes, thank you for your guidance, Teacher Han."

After thanking him, Mo Zheng turned around and hurriedly left the Sutra Repository, heading towards his bedroom.

He couldn't stand the smell either.

"This kid..."

Han Zheng looked at the empty room, and his expression immediately relaxed.

He didn't want to spend another second with this guy.

That's so discouraging.

Whether it's internal energy cultivation or swordsmanship training, the speed is frighteningly fast.

He was once a prodigy, but compared to this little guy, his talent suddenly seemed rather mediocre.

With proper cultivation, it's a promising seedling...

I wonder which of those sword-obsessed guys will be accepted as a disciple.

Thinking of his old friends who are still full of vigor, Han Zheng couldn't help but smile. He was sure there would be a chance to compete with them in the future.

Should we write them a letter?

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Xiaohan Peak, the dormitory at the foot of the mountain.

Splash...

Large basins of cold water were poured over Mo Zheng's body, washing away all the impurities produced during the tempering of his skin and flesh.

Despite the cold of winter, Mo Zheng felt no chill at all; on the contrary, he felt warm all over.

This is because the body undergoes a transformation.

However, it was truly embarrassing.

Mo Zheng felt a little embarrassed when he recalled how smelly it was when it was placed in the library.

But this is not his fault. The Wind Shadow Sword Technique does not record that impurities will be expelled when breaking through a realm.

If he had known this, he wouldn't have chosen to break through in the Scripture Pavilion.

While rinsing, Mo Zheng pondered the cultivation of internal energy.

External skills are combat techniques, while internal skills are for strengthening one's physique. Just by breaking through the physical realm, his body underwent a tremendous change.

hum!

With a thought, the longsword beside him was drawn from its sheath and slashed directly at his arm.

Pfft!

The sharp blade sliced ​​across my arm as if cutting into a thick layer of cowhide; an extremely strong toughness and resistance prevented the blade from cutting any further.

Mo Zheng suddenly exerted force with his arm, his muscles jerked, and he shook the longsword away!

"With such defensive power, even if my swordsmanship is not yet refined, I'm afraid I would be no match for even if dozens of Qi and Blood Masters attacked me together."

Mo Zheng sighed inwardly. His skin and flesh were as tough as cowhide. When fighting against a martial artist who had reached the peak of Qi and Blood, his strength far surpassed that of his opponent. If he punched you, you would only feel some pain, but if you punched him, you would kill him on the spot. The difference in strength could be described as crushing.

No wonder the flesh and blood realm is called the border crossing.

Once you enter this realm, you are no longer an ordinary person.

The damage from swords and blades can be greatly reduced, making it impossible for ordinary people to even come close.

Looking at the shallow wound on his arm, Mo Zheng casually put down the bucket, wiped his body clean with a towel, and walked directly to the corner of the courtyard wall, where there were rows of black testing stones with numbers written on them, from one thousand to two thousand, three thousand up to ten thousand.

This is specifically for the disciples of the Martial Arts Hall to test their strength.

The stones are worthless; even if every courtyard were equipped with a testing stone, it would still be a drop in the ocean for the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall.

"Before the breakthrough, my physical strength was 1,000 jin. According to the book, martial artists who have reached the skin and flesh level generally have more than 2,000 jin of strength."

Mo Zheng tried to move the 2,000-pound boulder.

Without any suspense, the two-thousand-pound test stone was lifted up.

"No, there's still room for improvement."

Mo Zheng felt very relaxed; two thousand jin was not the limit.

He walked over to the test stone engraved with the words "three thousand catties" and picked it up.

A heavy, unshakeable feeling came from his hands. Mo Zheng's arm veins bulged, his face flushed, and he had used all his strength.

"rise!"

With a low shout, the three-thousand-pound boulder actually lifted off the ground, but before Mo Zheng could even lift it to his waist, it crashed heavily to the ground with a muffled thud.

"How can someone with a strength barely approaching three thousand jin be so much stronger than others?"

Mo Zheng was a little puzzled, but after a moment's thought, he guessed the reason.

Needless to say, it must be due to mental power.

When Qi and blood absorb spiritual energy and convert it into internal energy, with the help of mental power, Mo Zheng's Qi and blood loss is greatly reduced, and more internal energy is converted. This results in a greater tempering effect on his body, and naturally, his strength increases more than others.

A martial artist at the Stone Skin level only has a strength of around 4,000 jin.

Mo Zheng, relying solely on his strength, is now among the strongest group of martial artists at the "tough guy" level.

However, his next goal is not to deal with martial artists, but to hunt down demonic beasts.

To become a true outer disciple of the Martial Arts Hall, you must complete the mission of hunting demonic beasts!

The bodies of demonic beasts are much tougher than those of martial artists at the cowhide level. The defensive power of the black horned leopard's fur is probably similar to that of a stone-skinned martial artist.

Fortunately, Mo Zheng was able to improve not only his strength and swordsmanship, but also his mental power.

With the transformation of the physical body, there is even more room for the growth of mental power!

This is his real trump card.

For three consecutive days, Mo Zheng stayed indoors, focusing most of his energy on cultivating his mental power. On the evening of the third day, when his mental power reached the limit his body could contain, Mo Zheng stopped cultivating the Heavenly River Forging God Technique and went to the Treasure Pavilion to accept a monster hunting mission.

"Junior Brother Mo, are you sure you want to carry out the monster-hunting mission now?"

The disciple in charge of the Treasure Pavilion was somewhat surprised and said, "You've only been here for a little over a month. The headmaster specifically instructed you to focus on your cultivation for the next six months."

"Thank you for the reminder, Senior Brother. However, I have already broken through the Physical Realm and should now hunt demonic beasts to become an outer disciple."

"You broke through?"

The disciple in charge raised an eyebrow, his expression showing even greater surprise, clearly also thinking of Mo Zheng's age and the time he had entered the Martial Arts Hall.

"As expected of Senior Brother Zhou Xian who brought you back personally, Junior Brother Mo, your potential is truly amazing. Breaking through is good, so you can become an outer disciple sooner and enjoy the resources of the Martial Arts Hall sooner. Otherwise, you can forget about the pills and divine weapons in the Treasure Pavilion, the trials and tribulations of the Tower of Ascension, and the martial arts essence inheritance in the back mountain without contributing any points."

Contribution points are the universal currency of the Martial Arts Hall. You must use contribution points to exchange for various resources in the Martial Arts Hall.

Mo Zheng wasn't an outer disciple before, so he couldn't earn contribution points, which was one of the reasons he was so eager to hunt monsters.

"Please help me register, senior brother," Mo Zheng said, bowing.

"No problem, no problem."

The disciple in charge was much more amiable than before. He took out a booklet, wrote a few strokes, and then went into the room. When he came out, he had a small, crystal-clear stone in his hand.

"This is a recording stone produced in the Mirage Dragon Realm. It can record everything that happens around you. When you return to hand over the demon beasts, it must record the specific process of killing at least two demon beasts that you personally killed," the disciple in charge reminded you.

The Mirage Dragon Realm is a secret little world. There are many such little worlds in the Great Yan, all controlled by various major forces. They produce many rare treasures, which Mo Zheng had heard of long ago.

However, this is the first time I've seen the actual products produced there.

A photo stone?

Mo Zheng took it, already understanding why he needed to bring it along.

It's very simple: to prevent cheating.

Hunting demonic beasts is dangerous, and those disciples of powerful clans, like Wang Yuan, could simply spend money to buy demonic beast corpses to hand over. However, this would defeat the original purpose of the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall's rule that disciples must complete a monthly task of hunting demonic beasts.

At the same time, hunting monsters is also a monthly assessment. By observing the disciples' progress in martial arts displayed in the image stone each month, the Martial Arts Hall can determine the disciples' strength and potential, thereby allocating resources accordingly and teaching them according to their aptitude.

"Junior Brother Mo, for your first time hunting demonic beasts, the Martial Arts Hall is providing Tier 1 weapons and armor for free. You can go in and choose whatever you like. Just register with me later and return them when you're done. However, next time we'll start charging contribution points, so you'd better kill a few more demonic beasts and buy these things gradually," the disciple in charge added.

Weapons and armor are a warrior's second life.

The martial arts hall provides these things in case the new disciples die too soon.

They only recruit about twenty or thirty people a year, and if they die right away, then the training is meaningless.

"Thank you for the reminder, senior brother."

Mo Zheng thanked him, then selected a first-tier longsword and a set of armor. He then left the martial arts hall with the recording stone and headed confidently toward the back mountain.

Behind the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall lies the Daliang Mountain Range, stretching for thousands of miles, where numerous monsters roam.

In the past, there were several beast tides, causing countless deaths and injuries.

The Liangzhou Martial Arts Academy was established here partly to ward off the beast tide.

As he left the martial arts hall area and entered the Daliang Mountains, Mo Zheng became more cautious. He activated his mental power to observe the movements in all directions.

Hunting monsters is no joke; the Black Horned Leopard's experience still haunts him.

He proceeded cautiously.

Snap~~

A soft sound, the sound of a pebble falling to the ground.

Mo Zheng moved swiftly, hiding behind a large rock and carefully observing the movements ahead.

From the bushes not far away, emerged a beast resembling an ape. Its arms hung down past its knees, and it was over a person's height. It had strong muscles all over its body, golden fur, and its nose twitched slightly, as if it were searching for something.

A first-tier demonic beast, the Iron-Armed Golden Ape, possesses immense strength and an incredibly hard body.

Mo Zheng has also studied demonic beasts these days, and the Iron-Armed Golden Ape is not particularly easy to deal with.

"roar!"

Suddenly, the iron-armed golden ape roared and charged fiercely toward the boulder where Mo Zheng was hiding. Its eyes were bloodshot and filled with a terrifying aura, clearly indicating that it had discovered Mo Zheng's whereabouts!

boom!

It slammed its arms down on the boulder, and Mo Zheng dodged quickly. The huge rock shattered into pieces under the impact of those iron arms, and countless fragments flew away.

What incredible strength!

Mo Zheng was taken aback. He activated the recording stone, drew his longsword, and unleashed the Wind Shadow Sword Technique. The chilling light instantly enveloped the Iron-Armed Golden Ape!

However, the monster neither dodged nor avoided, and its iron fists smashed directly at the incoming sword shadow!

when!

The sound of metal clashing rang out, and Mo Zheng felt a terrifying force strike him. His body flew backward uncontrollably, and the long sword in his hand emitted a series of mournful sounds.

So strong!

Mo Zheng was surprised by the strength of this demonic beast. Faced with the Iron-Armed Golden Ape's renewed attack, he dared not take it head-on. Instead, he turned the illusion into reality, dodging and looking for an opening to counterattack.

The Wind Shadow Sword Technique is known for its speed, and since the demon beast is not skilled in martial arts, sword marks were quickly left on its body.

Unfortunately, this Iron-Armed Golden Ape had amazing defensive capabilities. Even when it was hit by the sword, it only suffered minor flesh wounds. Not only did it not impair its combat power, but it also enraged the ape, making its attacks even more ferocious!

After dodging several times, Mo Zheng's eyes lit up as the monster slammed its arms out, exposing its bare chest!

The wind whips up the remaining clouds!

Mo Zheng immediately used a killing move from the Wind Shadow Sword Technique, concentrating all his strength on the tip of the sword. Taking advantage of the moment when the sword was exposed, the longsword, accompanied by afterimages, pierced the chest fiercely, causing blood to splatter and hair to fly everywhere.

"roar!"

On its death throes, the Iron-Armed Golden Ape roared furiously, its iron fists striking Mo Zheng as well. Mo Zheng groaned and flew backward, sword and all, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth.

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